抓梦脚

 It is a sunny Sat. today but Mr. Daxiong was very much annoyed just now. He was purring on the carpet, enjoying the warm sunshine until he was wakened by the sound of click. Tuzi was holding a big black square thing (he believed the human being called it CAMERA) and kept making the noisy clicking sound. He smelt it with some (just some) interest. It did not smelt of fish or cats' biscuites. What makes Tuzi so happy???

我看书的时候脑内剧场也在高速旋转并配合眼睛扫到的文字发出各种响声，比如看到“小店刚拉开铁卷门”，脑子里就适时出现了清早小县城脏兮兮的街道，路边还有隔夜的垃圾，同时很生活经验地响起卷帘门被突兀拉起时候划开干燥又冰凉的空气的哗啦一声。

我在看《城帮暴力团》。

跟我一起乘坐交通工具（特别是长途的，时间在一个小时以上的）着实是一件很无聊的事情。在得知旅途将要进行超过一个小时以上的时候我会在该交通工具启动后十分钟左右自动进入睡眠状态，不管你跟我说什么或者给我看书看片子吃零食都无法阻止我脑袋像鸡啄米一样东啄一下西啄一下。

对此有比较痛苦经验的应该要数乱步行空同志和小Lynn，因为他们不幸跟我在一起旅行的时候基本都是超长途的。据乱步行空同志回忆，我在从北京到伦敦的飞机上跟她说过的话应该不超过十句并且基本上没有什么醒着的时候。在超过10个小时的飞行时间中我连上厕所都是强撑着惺忪睡眼去的，虽然我们俩在上飞机的前一天晚上都没怎么睡觉，但是人家就睡不着无聊地看了好几部片子，我统共一部辛普森一家的动画电影，还是看了不到十分钟就得睡上一会儿。同理，跟小lynn在返回上海的飞机上，我好像也没怎么醒过，跟旁边的爱尔兰大叔聊着聊着就张着嘴巴睡着了，还是被小Lynn半途给敲醒的，估计怕我睡死过去了。

09年的平安夜是在飞机上度过的。欧洲的大雪使得几乎所有的班机都延误了，偶尔有广播通知起飞的航班，小小的候机厅里就响起一片欢呼，都是等着回家人们。从早上十点等到傍晚我的航班才通知起飞。其实窗外白雾弥漫，大雪覆盖到我的小腿，估计是强行起飞的。在候机厅耗了大半天，还没等飞机起飞我就睡着了。不知道睡了多久突然一阵颠簸，随后停稳，我撑开眼皮往窗外看看，外面一个不认识的老长的单词（估计是德语），也不知道到哪儿了，我吓了一跳以为自己上错飞机了，赶忙问坐在旁边的老夫妇我们是不是到阿姆斯特丹了？老太太跟我解释说两班飞机并成一班了，所以我们先到这个什么什么地方（没听懂，估计是那个很长的单词），然后再去阿姆斯特丹。于是我放下心来，老头伸头冲我挤挤眼睛，说：你可以继续睡了。

另外印象比较深刻的是在去希腊的飞机上，一直睡到快到的时候被小Lynn一个爆栗子敲醒了，还没完全反应过来的时候猛然瞥见窗户外面一片海蓝，阳光下一座小小的海岛好像是刚刚才浮出海面，蜿蜒的海岸线清晰可见，海面上几条邮轮翻起的白色波浪，长长地拖在船后，向着小岛的方向前行。耀眼的阳光在地中海洒下金光一片，把起飞时欧洲大陆的阴沉天气都远远抛下。还没等我仔细地赞叹这突如其来的浪漫，飞机已经飞快地掠过薄薄的云层，向着目的地奔去了。

Dear Mr. 2011,

I guess I had a too vivid an impression on how I passed the last day of 2009 so that I can't recall any detail on that precise day last year. 

In 2009 Lynn and me sat before the kitchen table in Sentinel Towers Room B3 with a clock on it and talked and waited for the old year to pass. 

We didn't stay up late. The new year passed as it supposed to. We wished eachother a very happy new year and went back to sleep. 

I still recall we saw some fireworks from the window. 

And on the day before I just got back from the Netherlands and it snowed heavily, Lynn went to the bus station and picked me up. 

As for this day this year, first of all, I have to go to work as usual, however I overslept and was late for work. 

Secondly, I forget  my cell phone home and had to ask Da Meng to bring it to me later today. 

I guess I need to be specially careful today in order to have a just-so-so end of 2011. 

Wish me luck.

Mr. Daxiong’s day usually starts like this: pee in the cat’s restroom, a little cat’s biscuits----ocean fish flavour which he favours much and sometimes beef flavour which does not smell attractive enough----and going to wait for Tuzi to open her bedroom door so he can rest his fat ass on her carpet.

If you have the misfortune of having Tuzi home for a whole day (which usually happens during weekends), she often comes up with curious ideas of tricking Mr. Daxiong, which, for 80% of the time he kindly responds only out of courtesy. For the past few weeks she was obsessed with seducing Mr. Daxiong with a stick that has a fake fish attached to its tip by a long rubber band (oh did she really think Mr. Daxiong is an idiot?), and last weekend she bought a bloody red bow tie and fixed it around his neck. Though matching his fur right, he obviously did not think highly of it and had to give her a killing eye to have the bow tie removed because it did cause some trouble when he wanted to have dinner properly, like a gentleman. The day before yesterday Tuzi came home with some pinecones. Of course, those pinecones were dead and smell of dust and Mr. Daxiong just wondered where the hell she collected them. She thought this would be something new and fresh for Daxiong. BUT, like any gentlemen in the world, how can he never know what a pinecone is? Since she was very much excited by her BRILLIANT idea and since he was not going anywhere unless he played, Mr. Daxiong had to pretend that pinecones were indeed a great fun----hilarious scene, but believe me he couldn’t be more serious.

10 minutes later, exhausted Mr. Daxiong thought to himself: screw you, Tuzi. 

Mr. Daxiong, also called St. Playcat by Cheryl Wu, who is the roomate of Tuzi, is cosplayed by his current owner Tuzi today. The fact of having the stupidest ribbon bow tie he'd ever seen around his neck dose not seem to cause much obvious disgust, except a little discomfort when he is having his dinner----not very attractive cat's biscuits. I bet Song Jingjing will again cry out: give me ONE!!!

去远方旅行，发现一个新的世界是很有趣的事情，不过发现身边熟悉的地方在不同时间呈现出的美感，也是一件非常惊艳的事情呀~

颐和园 西堤

摄于2011年11月19日 相机：Panasonic LX5 （感觉LX5色彩惊艳），

北京的秋天还是很美好的。

几日脏兮兮的雾气飘散，今天终于看到亮堂堂的太阳了！

海边城市威海，干净整洁如大梦所说。

我总觉得靠近海边的小城市带有特别的家庭式的温情。开车带我们去海滩的出租车阿姨一路上开心地聊起夏天时全家开车带着烧烤架去海边烧烤和啤酒的乐事，脸上满是幸福。

如愿拍到海边日落，当时只感叹没有遇上漫天红云，没想到第二天干脆没了太阳，不禁心有戚戚焉。

“晚霞消失后可以看星星，朝霞消失后，就只剩下……”

“只剩下光天化日下的现实了。”

                                      ——《三体·黑暗森林》刘慈欣

每天都发愁第二天穿什么衣服。尤其是在换季的时候，常常迟钝地想不起来去年这个时候穿什么过的。

昨天晚间抱着衣服跑到大梦房间要求她的意见，大梦一边看，一边问：去年这个时候你穿的啥呀？你人在哪儿呢？

我脑子一僵，回答说：噢，我在成都啊，我已经回家了嘛。

这才默默想起来，回来一周年纪念日已经过去了……我是9月23日晚上9点半的飞机，经浦东机场到成都，回家已然是24日晚上了。

原来像我这样靠回忆而生的人，日子也是可以过成如此糊涂的。